Psalms 11

1 TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

2 For behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

4 YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

6 He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

7 For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!